Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Eritrea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Magma to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.